![]() HomeA Poem by Barbara WalkerHome, to me, is where echoes remain of last night's love-making, yesterday's laughter and some long past tears. Home, to me, is full of us, in every room. But, home, to me, is not so much a certain place, home, to me, is wherever you are.
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Added on March 14, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 Author![]() Barbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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